The stadium looms larger with every step, its towering structure drawing closer, as the massive tree roots stretch overhead, weaving through the landscape like ancient veins. Some houses are built around the roots, and the wood and stone are seamlessly integrated into the living giant.
"Are we close yet?" Ricka groans, his head swinging side to side in exhaustion. He wipes sweat from his brow, his eyes darting around the maze of houses and roots.
Avidia rolls her eyes, her patience clearly thinning. "If you bothered to look instead of whining, you'd see we're practically there." She gestures ahead, pointing to the massive cobblestone entrance, its archway towering far above any man.
Ricka squints. "Oh."
Avidia sighs, smirking slightly. "See? Told you."
Just to the right of the entrance, a small wooden desk comes into view. Two elves sit behind it, casually chatting as they rest on a weathered bench. One of them glances up as the group approaches, raising a brow.
